He will know that
Rotate the bowl
Life cycle fast Granted
The fortunes of the past
How did you hide it.
Know and love
Obviously those without faith
Do alms poisoning.
Many insured without break
I want to try to cut trees
The laughter of the thermal mass
You draw clinging vine.
I love bound
Many had little port
I sink all your love.
author: @htwelaeyee
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